But often faltering feet Come surest to the goal; And they who walk in darkness meet The sunrise of the soul.

There are many kinds of love, as many kinds of light, And every kind of love makes a glory in the night. There is love that stirs the heart, and love that give…

He that planteth a tree is the servant of God, He provideth a kindness for many generations, And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him.

Let me but feel thy look's embrace, Transparent, pure, and warm, And I'll not ask to touch thy face, Or fold thee in mine arm. For in thine eyes a girl doth ri…

If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me

'I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.'

Thou fill'st from the winged chalice of the soul Thy lamp, O Memory, fire-winged to its goal.